Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.